Springtime Wonder

It is such a beautiful day out today. We have the doors and windows all open and there is a soft breeze circulating through the house. With camera in hand I strolled around the yard this morning and took a few pictures which I thought I would share with you. I even threw in a springtime poem for good measure.

The sky has never looked so blue

Never a breeze so sweet

Flowers burst forth in brilliant array

As April comes to greet.

The trees stand tall in their glory

Tender leaves cover limbs once bare

Yards filled with laughing children

Can you match the splendor there?

There is nothing quite as pleasant

As a walk in springtime hours

The bees even harmonize with life

As they drift among the flowers.

A golden rainbow after a storm

Beauty beyond compare

A taste of heaven here on earth

With green grass everywhere.

God softly whispers to us

As gentle rains caress

The countryside with drops of life

In such pure tenderness.

And if you listen close enough

I'm sure that He'll impart

The freshness of spring upon your soul

And a flower in your heart!

Written By:Marilyn Ferguson©1987

For Want Of Springtime

In snowbound,

voiceless,mountain depths,

to herald spring,

pine trees sound in tune.

~ Princess Shikishi

Wishing all a Happy Groundhog Day and to our English friends and family, Happy Candlemas Day.

Feb. 2 may be Groundhog Day in this country, but in England it is Candlemas Day, 40 days after Christmas. Folklore in that country holds: "If Candlemas Day bring snow and rain, winter is gone and won't come again. If Candelmas Day be clear and bright, winter will have another flight."

Personally, I tend to look to the Forsythia for my weather forecast as to how close we are to the much anticipated springtime. I remember without fail, every year when the Forsythia bushed out in bright yellow blooms my mother would say, "Three more snows after the Forsythia blooms." I don't recall that ever being wrong. There are many that refer to these little sayings as 'Garden Folklore'. Perhaps they are, but then again perhaps not. There is a reason why these little sayings got started in the first place other than boredom or someone just wanting to say something that was way out there. How many people check out those little caterpillars in the fall to see how furry they are or how wide the brown band is on the Bear Worm? I also prune my rose bushes while the forsythia is in bloom. Every year those bushes grow big and strong and produce beautiful roses and lots of them.

While you are waiting to hear if Phil sees his shadow I will leave you with this little poem:

To the Groundhog

Will you

Won't you

See your shadow?

Will it

Won't it

Really matter?

Do you

Don't you

Grin to see

People Take you Seriously?